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the cypher, pt. 1 - yvng blood lyrics

[yvng blood – intro]
(yvng blood, king reelistik, kevin the flexer, let’s do this rap, let’s do this cypher)

let’s go (let’s go)

[verse 1 – yvng blood]
we rap professional, lil d-cky
only 15 with big dreams and a big team
we rap so fast like a jet-ski
like john cena, you can’t see me
pull up on you, no split screen
we’ll spray you like fabreeze
i got shooters on you like skinny jeans
i only roll with the g-team
rollin’ with my og, n-gg-s day one
n-gg- prove me
i rap so fast it may k!ll the beat
and the ice on me, yeah, jesus piece

we can do the dash then spend some cash
you can’t f-ck with us, we do real rap
don’t do the race, you’ll come last
(come last)
you ain’t even start and you in the past
f-ck mumble sh-t we need better rap
n-gg- stop rap, all you do is cap
and don’t diss me, i’m the king of rap n-gg-

[reelistik – intro]
(yvng blood, what’s up man? yo we finna get ‘em bruh, they talking crazy huh? ‘ight, let’s get it, it’s reelistik)

[verse 2 – reelistik]
homie is gone with the pill, i’m out for the k!ll, i’m on like adele
how you gonna feel when i’m all in the silk, and signed with a deal?
i guess you in h-ll
how about you sell your soul for a mill, i’ma k!ll and the deal is take your heart still
and if you want smoke, we gon’ roll out
ball out, call out, sell out, dog pound, uh

i feel pity with a kitty in the city and
it’s litty in the city, yo stay litty
it’s kiddie when it’s kiddie, get a kiddie and a silly
and for a bitty, you a d-ckie, now i’m sickie little missy
where’s vicky? she a hippy
got a hickey and it’s biggie
how the kiddies? am i trippy
it’s timmy on his tippy
and a piggy with a mickey
and a millie and a diddy
it’s tricky, it’s sticky, it’s picky
and it’s stuffy

we-we-we-we don’t like that (what)
got a benz in the back, i’ll recite that
i can bring the money in a bodybag
i’m the god of this, we can fight back (fight back)
i can buy bombs ‘cause i’m like that
got the cash now, put it right back
go and buy a vest, you gon’ die fast
boy what’s up? finna bust caps (ugh)

popping off with a deal, put the money in a field, plus i run with the reals
(run with the reals)
homie getting k!lled, i don’t run ‘cause i’ll still put the body in the field, bought a gun for a ‘lil (lay ‘em to rest)
bottle getting filled, i don’t run for the drill but your homie getting grilled where we not paying the bills (man down!)

alb-m’s out now, go get it right now

[kevin the flexer – intro]
(sh-t, my bad bro, ‘ight, check it)

[verse 3 – kevin the flexer]
all you-all you-all you-all you n-gg-s mad that i’m goku and y’all krillin (big mad, big mad)
sh-t, i don’t never catch catch no feelings
(that’s fendi)
f-ck being a hero i’m a villain (villain)
when i’m on the gas i be slurring my words like it’s lean (lean)
they say that young kev flow is mean (yup)
they know i say fresh and so clean (clean)
call me a fiend
they call me a demon, but i do not dance with the devil (i don’t know)
if i did it would be salsa
i gave that lil b-tch the kebasa (yes sir)
not some sausage, stupid n-gg- (dumb-ss)
sh-t, i am your father, mufasa
rada rada rada rada (go ahead)
in the kitchen, call me chowder (chowder)
i’ll make u a fiend with the powder (powder)
i’m in here preaching like a pastor (go ahead)
tryna make this money faster (yuh)
making money like its magic (fendi)
y’all n-gg-s is sorry, y’all tragic. (tragic)

sh-t, on this drill sh-t
reelistik, yvng blood, kevin the flexer
we do this sh-t

(f-ck you)

- yvng blood lyrics

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